Naareil's Plight

It is far too silent
too much is watching.
Not a one is here;
still no time for stopping.

Hours continue in a daze.
My thoughts spin as I walk.
Why am I in this cursed maze?
It--I should have Seen!

Have never been so afraid--
lost and cannot find my way...
it is so hot in this place!
Water drips off my face...

I wish I were back in snow,
back at home with the frost.
Yes, in that lovely cold.
Wet, I cannot really fly!

I am completely soaked,
too much like a wet cat;
my mind is getting hazy.
Sight is blurry...I want out!